A short poem entitled Losing Life. No matter the actions taken, we cannot escape the inevitable.
With every breath, I lose life;
With every step, I lose life;
With every moment that passes, I lose life,
Because, as time moves on, we lose life
And move closer to death; at death, we lose life,
And, in the end, life is always taken.
Truth, well put.
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